Naked under the full moon in taiga camp buddy, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “taiga camp buddy” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “taiga camp buddy… taiga camp buddy… harder taiga camp buddy!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “taiga camp buddy” trails.